St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-05-29

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as early as 4, but more come than go
during the next hour, so that the con-
fusion is redoubled.
At 2 o'clock the writer was one of
Sweltering crowd on cable car sur
mounting the Hoboken bluff. The car
mad not come to a StandStill when the
gates were burst open and men and
women set out on the run for the near
est garden-in this case large building
That the proprietor calls a hotel, the
principal attraction of which is broad
piazza on the very verge of the bluff.
When the new arrivals got there they
found not only every seat at the tables
occupied, but throng of excited, shout
ing men struggling in front of the bar.
The queer point of it was that nOb0dywas
paying any attention whatever to the
struggling men. The people at the
tables, men, women and children, young
boys and girls, Bowery toughS and
Steady-going Germans, talked with one
another and looked supremacy con-
tented. The orchestra at the further
end of the bar kept up continuous
blarre of sound that could be heard i'll
accidental scraps as many as ten feet
away from the players. The shouts of
the men at the bar completely drowned
the music at any greater distance. 1t
did not seem altogether apparent at first
what the real meaning of the scene
might be, and question was put to
small, red-faced man on the edge of the
little mob. He withdrew from the tur-
mol. mopped his bald head, and, puff
ing and scowling, replied: Il came
over here from New York to have
quiet time by myself, drink a
glass of beer and listen to the
music. / arrived more than an
hour ago, and l haven't got any nearer
the bar than | am now in all that time.
The independence of the bartenderS is
simply disgusting. stood on the edge
OF the crowd and gave an order to a
waiter. After he had gone two men
came i'll and stood beside me. When
the waiter returned he had his hands
newcomers one. | exclaimed that one
OF those glasses belonged to me; that |
had been waiting for half and hour to
be served, and SO forth, and what do
you suppose the waiter said? He just
looked at me as if l were his slave, and
Snaried: We'll, by blank blank, I'm
sorry for YOU There was nothing for
it, but must go at the struggle again
ond get at the bar, and I've been trying
ever since. / don't care to go to any
other place near by, for they are all
equally crowded, and there may be an
opening here in moment" and he
darted into hole in the crowd and
made for the bar. The last seen of him
he had reached his goal and was pound
ing vainly on the counter and shouting
words that none of the numerous bar
tenders heard. The proprietor of the
place was found at one end of the bar.
He managed to say between whites:
I'VE couldn't do any be tier with this
crowd if we had fifty more men to wait
on them. They are drinking barrel
and half of beer every minute"
One OF the most unique places where
New Workers go to spend the Sunday is
Fort Lee. This is a village like Ho-
boken, thrust in between the bluffs and
the river, but the bluffs at Fort Lee are
very near the water, and at the Northern
end of the village they come clear to the
water and make the beginning of the
palisades. A steep and crooked road,
winds up the bluffs, and then for
mile and more in the forest that covers
the paliSade are resorts for pleasure
seekers that command a better view
even than those at HOboken, and that
have the additional advantage of being
in the natural shade. 1t is a favOrite
resort fer Germans. Every kind of
amusement is to be had there. Vacant
lOLS CilaC nave Deen cleared OF SCumDS
and stones are available for base ball:
saloons and saloons and saloons are
scattered about on the cliffs; merry-go-
rounds, photograph galleries, restau-
rants, dairies, whip stands, swings,
gambling games of all sorts abound;
and further along in the forest. where
the saloons have not penetrated, there
are unlimited opportunities on fat rocks
for penuckle, poker and other games of
cards, and all the advantages offered
by the place are taken by the public.
About half a mile along the cliff from
that part where the traders center are
the ruins of an old fort that gives the
place its name. The ruins are not
worth seeing, though the place is. An
enterprising Saloonkeeper, approaching
the public desire to have the grove re-
served for quiet picnicking. has re-
Trained from establishing bar there.
But he has built a shanty at cost of
perhaps as many as $50. In it he stores
much beer in barrels. Appliances are
tire for tapping the barrels, and corps
of neatly-aproned walters hovers near.
The walters circulate about among the
trees, seeking for customers in all di-
rections. When found, the customer
seated on the grass with his family OF